The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1887-11-18

ing Of the worlds cornerstone. All tbs
sacred music In homes, and concert halls
and churNhes tends toward this consun1
nation. Make 1t more and more hearty.
Sing in your families Sing in yous
places Of business. If we with proper
spirit use these faculties, we ara rehears'
ing for the skies.
Heaven is to have . new song, an en-
tirely new song, but should not wonder
IT, as sometime a tune on earth is fash
iozsd out of many tunes, or it is one tune
with the variations, SO some of the songs
of the redeemed may have playing
through them the songs Of earth; and how
thrilling, as coming through the great an
them of the saved, accompanied by harp
ers with their harps and trumpeters
with their tr umpets, we shoul hear some
of the strains of "Antioch," and ''Mount
Pisgah" and "Coronation,' and "Len-
OK and est. Martin's," and "FOuntain,"
and "Ariel," aud sold Hundred" How
they would bring to mind the praying
circles and communion days, and the
Christmas festivals, and the church wor-
ship in which on earth we mingled ]
have no idea that when we bid farewell to
heart we are to bid farewell TO
all these grand old Gospel hymns, which
melted and Iaptured our souls for so many
years. Now, my friends, if sin is discord
and righteousness is harmony, let us get
out of the one and enter the other. After
our dreadful civil war was over and in
the summer Of 1869, great
National peace jubilee was held
in Boston, and, as an elder of the church
had been honOred by the selection Of some
of his music to be rendered on that occa-
sion, I accompanied him to the jubilee.
Forty thousand people sat and stood in
the great Coliseum erected for that pur-
pose. Thousands of wind and stringed in.
struments. Twelve thousand trained
voices. The masterpieces of all ages rem
dered, hour after hour and day after day
Handles "Judas Maccabaeus," Sphor's
"Last Judgment" BeethOYen's "Mount Of
Olives" Haydn's Creation Mendels-
sohn's "Elijah," Meyerbeer's "Corna-
ton March, rolling on and up in surges
that beloved against the heavens
The mighty cadences within were
accompanied on the outside by
the ringing of the bells Of the city,
and cannon on the commons, in exact
time with the music, discharged by cleo
tricity, laundering their awful bars Of a
harmony that astonished all nations.
Sometime bowed my head and wept.
Sometimes l stood up in the enchantment,
and sometimes the effect was so over
powering felt I could not endure it.
When all the voices were in full chorus,
and all the batons in full wave, and all
the orchestra in full triumph, and
a hundred anvils under mighty
hammers were in full clang.
and all the towers Of the citylrolled in
their maiectic sweetness, and the whole
building quaked with the boom of thirty
cannon. Parepa Rosa, with a voice that
will never again be equaled on earth IN.
til the Archangelic voice proclaims that
time shall be no longer, rose above all
other sounds in her rendering of our ma.
tional air, the Star Spangled Banner. II
was too much for a mortal, and quite
enough for an immortal, to hear, and
while some tainted, one womanly spir it,
| released under its power, sped away to
be with God.
o, Lord, our God, quickly usher in the
whole worlds peace jubilee, and all is
| lands of the sea join the five Continents,
| and all the voices and musical instruments
of all nations combine, and all the organs
that ever sounded requiem Of sorrow
sound only a grand march of Joy, and
| all the bells that tolIed for burial ring for
resurrection, and all the cannon that ever
/ hurled death across the nations sound tC
eternal victory, and over all tho &C
claim of earth and minstrelsy Of
| Heaven there will be heard one
voice sweeter and mightier than
any human or angelic voice, q voice once
| full of tears, but then full Of triumph, the
| voice of Christ saying:
am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and tbs
| end, the first and the last.
Then, at the laying of the top-stOne oil
/ the worlds history, the same voices shall
be heard -E when at the laying Of the
| " orld's cornerstone:
| The morning stars sang together.